Molly thought her day was as bad as it could get and then she had the misfortune to meet a sorcerer named Sherlock of Holmes.
A/N - This story is dedicated to one of my favorite authors, the lovely lostmypen120, author of the awesome story "Fairy Tale", who has a birthday coming up on November 20th. I know you hinted for a one shot dear, but is a multi-chapter okay? Happy early birthday! :)
Thanks as always to my hubby, Dr. Napalm, who is my wonderful beta. He has a birthday coming up on November 25th!
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Chapter One - Beginnings
Once upon a time, in a land far away -
"Ouch! Get off me, you oaf!" The muffled shout could be heard from beneath a pair of muscular shoulders and the broad body which was holding the owner of the angry voice pinned to the ground beneath him.
"I love you! I must have you for my own!" The man growled in a low lustful voice. "Kiss me, tell me that you consent to be mine forever!" he insisted intensely.
"You don't love me, you just think you do. You love Elar. Now get off me before I have to hurt you," his victim warned. This time the voice was clearer as the man shifted to better hold his prize. Except for a pair of flailing arms, nothing could be seen of the owner of the still angry voice under the body of the rather large man. "I said, get off me Bodrin. Get off me now!" Bodrin's response was an attempt to subdue her with a kiss, a rather wet and messy one.
"Oh for heaven's sakes. Yuck!" Molly Hooper swore as Bodrin finally came up for air. "You taste like garlic! That's just disgusting!" One of her arms stilled as the hand on the end of it discovered a good sized stone on the ground. Quickly her hand formed a fist about the rock and swung up and connected with a sharp thunk into the side of the oaf's head just above his ear. Bodrin roared in pain and rolled to the side. Molly quickly scrambled to her feet and faced her unwanted suitor. Reaching into the pouch still attached to her skirts, she pulled out her sling and several smooth pebbles. Holding it up so Bodrin could see, she waved the sling threateningly. "Go home Bodrin. Go back to your wife, she's the one who loves you...God help her."
Bodrin just stood dazed, staring at Molly in confusion.
"But I love you," he whined. "I adore you, I want to be with you forever."
"No, you don't," Molly wearily assured him. "You really don't. Go home, once you get far enough away from me, you'll come to your senses and realize this has all been a mistake. Go home Bodrin."
Bodrin turned and took a few steps away toward the village. Then he suddenly turned and rushed back toward Molly with a frustrated groan. Molly was prepared this time and the small stone launched from her sling flew through the air in a perfect arc to land in the exact spot guaranteed to cool Bodrin's ardor for some time to come. With a terrifyingly shrill shriek, the would be lover doubled over. He turned and began to hobble away as fast as he could. Molly assisted him on his journey with a few well placed pebbles to his backside as he disappeared behind a thicket of brambles.
She stalked over to her discarded basket and kicked the crushed herbs in disgust. A whole day of gathering wasted. No use trying to pick anything else today, the sun was hanging low in the western sky and it would soon be dusk. Time to head back to the lonely hovel she temporarily called home. It had not been Molly's day, or week, or month for that matter and she didn't see any changes for the foreseeable future. Life sucked.
It was all Anderson's fault. Her apprentice had been cleaning the upper shelves of their herb and potion shop when he had clumsily knocked over a rather large pot of love potion which had poured all over Molly Hooper covering her from head to toe. Thus her career of herbalist was interrupted and her life as the most wanted woman in the history of the world began. Literally.
After tying an overly amorously Anderson up (not a difficult feat), Molly had bathed as best she could and changed clothing. It was all for nothing. As soon as she stuck her head out the door every man in the village went on point like a pack of hounds on a hunt. Molly had no choice but to leave. The potion was an especially strong one, a single drop lasted an hour. A whole pot full might last months or even years. Molly sighed, she had been running for over a month now and she was out of hiding places. Tomorrow she would head into the deep forest. A wilderness where no one who valued his life dared to venture. There were wolves and bears in the forest and some said things even worse.